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Peak
The Prime Minister Khar'pern
The Codebreaker Ashteroth		The General Marceline

The Companions
None	None	None

The Thinkers Naydra Titan	The Politicians Ararat Axelle Hollis Mae Nashira Serenity	The Warriors Clarity Kaeja Lysimache Starling

The Trinkets Beloved Cato Cullen G�neşlenmek Isengrim Jigsaw Kazimir Octavius Starscream Yıldırım	PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE "None." - Leader	The Offspring Diccon (Cicada x Khar'pern)
Rules � The Vulcan Peak is where homeless mares come to live as a sisterhood. Stallions may not live here except as captives or companions for the Leaders. � Warriors keep mainly to fighting, Thinkers keep mainly to raiding, and Politicians may do both, neither, or act as diplomats. Members may issue their own battles and raids, but should generally consult the General, Codebreaker or Prime Minister for permission. � All major decisions are determined by vote, but the Prime Minister maintains order within the Peak and has the final say. � Elections for leadership positions will be held every TLI summer, provided the qualifying criteria are met. � You can find detailed information about how the Peak works on the Rules page.

YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK
Posted on June 24, 2015 at 07:49:57 PM by impazienza

IMPAZIENZA

Energized by her newfound purpose �to live, instead of sulking on her mountain top like the filly she no longer was� Impazienza paused her circuit of the lower skirt of the Peak when she picked up the fresh scents of Inka and the Friesian�s growing daughter, Jetta. Their last conversation had been cut short by the draft mare�s own reluctance to sift through adolescent memories. She felt a bit guilty about it, not only because her abrupt departure from them both made her feel rude, but because she found she enjoyed Inka�s company each time the two of them came together. Jetta, too, was a pleasure to have around, and Impazienza found herself eager for company on the bright spring day. In her haste to be social, the draft mare failed to notice the other scents in the air as she neared the pair of Peak horses, although her ears twitched at the low murmur of voices through the still naked trees� the conversation almost sounded one-sided, and she wondered, as she caught a glimpse of Inka�s black hindquarters, if she was about to interrupt a mother�s lecture.

When Impazienza stepped out from the trees to join her fellow herd members, an apology already forming on her lips, her right eye landed on two unmistakably familiar strangers in her Peak: the first a tough, shrewd mare carrying the stout and elegant lines of a pure Friesian and the other a tall, black stallion whose presence filled her blood with ice as she raked her gaze from the thinning feathers at his hooves all the way up to his strong, solemn face� a face she flinched away from until she realized his eyes were not burnished hazel any longer. Impazienza recovered her aplomb quickly, pointing her ears at the two Friesians and staring expressionlessly from one to the other.

Sterre and Het Vuur were on her mountain. Older now, carrying their age well, but no longer the fearsome leaders of the Arch she recalled from her youth. She glanced at Sterre and nearly dropped her gaze, recalling her unwarranted and impulsive decision to challenge the older, more experienced mare for the position of lead, but she held steady in the face of her past. It had been more than a decade ago, and she was no longer an adolescent. She was the Prime Minister of this mountain, and they were on her turf now.

Her right eye shifted to Het Vuur, and she found she could only stand to look at his face because she was certain he could not look back. His eyes had always terrified her. It was almost a pity to see them clouded with age, but she would not deny the relief that warmed her as her shock receded. Impazienza turned her head to offer Inka and Jetta a warm smile as she relaxed further, dipping her head in a nod to the two of them before returning her attention to the two newcomers. Her mind was blank, and for a moment she worried that this second first impression would be as humiliating as the first, but her lips parted almost of their own accord and she found her voice.

�Sterre, Het Vuur. Welcome to the Peak,� she greeted the two former monarchs in a steady voice, and was pleased at her success in maintaining her composure.

17�3 BLACK BLANKET DRAFT MUTT MARE

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Replies:

this thing of darkness - By STERRE June 27, 2015 at 08:38:24 PM
- you came along and you cut me loose - By i N K A July 4, 2015 at 05:04:34 PM
  - YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK - By impazienza July 12, 2015 at 06:15:01 PM
    - this thing of darkness - By STERRE July 19, 2015 at 06:41:41 PM
      - you came along and you cut me loose - By i N K A August 12, 2015 at 02:19:05 PM
        
        YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK - By impazienza August 17, 2015 at 03:17:55 AM
        
        [x] - By Inka September 23, 2015 at 01:36:19 PM

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The Prime Minister

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The Companions

The Thinkers

The Politicians

The Warriors

The Trinkets

PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

The Offspring

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